A/N: Hello Everyone! Sorry for the long long looooong hiatus but school work is really killing everything. I am way way WAY behind on my lectures and my exams are like in 21 days. Sincere apologies to those who have emailed me about writing and stuff but I haven't even had time to reply to anyone or do anything! Here's a very very short one that isn't very good but just had to be written. Hope you guys don't hate it. I just hope I don't have to stop this.


Holding

"Here take my hand." Harry offered.

"Whatever for?" Draco asked, confused.

"You'll see…" Harry said, smirking a little.

Draco eyed Harry's hand suspiciously before looking up into Harry's eyes for a clue as to what he actually wanted.

All Draco saw was mischievous delight.

Mesmerising mischievous delight.

Enthralled, Draco clasped his own hand around Harry's.

And was suddenly pulled into the circle of Harry's arms.

"Guess what I bought today," Harry whispered into Draco's hair.

"I can't really breathe, love." Draco muttered into Harry's shirt, voice heavily muffled, not really bothering to guess at all.

"I bought some Weasley's magical glue today." Harry murmured casually.

"Good for you, love, now can I breathe a little here or is that too much to ask?" Draco said, squirming a little against Harry's chest.

"And, I slathered some glue onto my shirt just now." Harry giggled slightly.

A long pause.

"You did what!" Draco shouted, panicking and struggling against Harry's tight grip. "Are you serious?"

Harry's laughter rang out across the room, but it was abruptly cut off when Draco jammed his knee into Harry's.

"No, love, I'd never do that to you. Though, I must say that having you plastered to my chest and in my arms 24/7 seems like a perfect idea." Harry teased.

"So I'm not actually stuck to your atrocious shirt?" Draco asked- his relief obvious.

"No. But you are stuck with me forever and ever." Harry smiled, while rubbing his cheek against Draco's perfectly smooth hair.

"Stop messing up my hair darling." Draco admonished mildly. "Then what was with all the hand grabbing and Draco squeezing?"

"I just felt like holding you." Harry replied.

"Oh." Draco breathed.

Draco burrowed deeper into Harry's arms. eliciting a contented sigh from Harry.

"That's nice."

And so they stayed like that-

Entwined in the living room-

On a typical Sunday afternoon at the Potter-Malfoy household.